#he entirely failed to realise why getting everyone in the party to use their daily lux bonus for the *4am raid hour* wasn't a good idea

[flowering-darkness]

1 - 5 from the f/ovember useless info ask meme for Aqua and/or Clio! ( @dzvagabond )

Aqua: “I can take these ones, if that’s fine with you!”

(question source: "F/Ovember ask meme: useless info version" by simonlynch)

what’s the weirdest petname Aria has ever called you? what’s the weirdest petname you’ve ever called her? - "Weirdest? Hmm.. Oh! There was one time on a mission when she stumbled in the middle of saying “darling”, so it instead came out as “darkling”, which- even if she hadn’t been in the middle of falling over, I think would’ve made us both stop and be confused! From what she’s told me of what Darklings are, she’s the one who’s closer to them anyway, so it really wouldn’t fit me at all..! We laughed about that a lot together, hehe. Then, for the other way around, uh.. I didn’t think it was that weird, but I used the phrase “oh, you’re a star” once about her when she did something, and- she just looked at me like it made no sense to her for a moment. Or that it was wrong to say for some reason. I know that stars are worlds and not people, but even then, it stood out a lot at the time.. I wonder.. Could it have had something to do with Lina?”

how easy is it for you to get her to laugh? - "Well.. that depends on the type of laugh, I would say. She’ll often use a little one to react to something or lead in to what she’s saying, especially if she has her mask on. But it’s rare for her to really burst out laughing - it’s only really when we’re talking together that I’ve heard her do it, especially about something funny rather than when she's taking down a villain. She’s just not really the type of person to be so.. overzealous? With her emotions. But they are in there, somewhere!”

who folds the laundry and who unloads the dishwasher? - "Oh, we do those things together! To use your examples, I fold the clothes once they’re out of the dryer, but then I pile them up next to me so that Aria can put them all away as I’m folding them. Then, I’m the one who takes things out of the dishwasher because sometimes they drip, but then I just put them on a towel on the countertop next to me, so she goes back and forth between that and wherever things live. I don’t mind doing that kind of thing all by myself, but Aria finds it more of a chore, so.. whenever I realise things need doing, she makes an effort to help me out “to make up for that”, in her own words.”

what’s your second favourite memory of Aria? - "My second-favourite instead of my favourite.. Hmm.. I think that would have to be her bequeathing. You see, after Aria was able to move into her Replica body, she wasn't sure whether she'd still be able to wield a Keyblade. It was.. also rather broken by that point in time, anyway. So, instead, we realised I could hold a bequeathing ceremony for her, since I'm a Keyblade Master and she also never went through one back in the past. I said the words a little differently to how they're meant to go, but that part didn't matter - making it something special to the both of us, and seeing the apprehension on her face turn into pride as she called forth a brand-new Keyblade that was truly hers.. It was really so special."

what’s Aria’s pet peeve and does it apply to you? - "Oh, uh, she has quite a few of them, to be honest. She has a lot less patience with people than I do, for instance.. And she also gets more annoyed by sounds, even if there are some I find annoying too. I think the main pet peeve I can think of for her, though, would be when people put themselves in charge without having earned their position properly. Aria is not the type of person to automatically listen to someone just because they have a certain role or title - they need to have demonstrated that they actually know what they're talking about, otherwise she won't take demands from them at all. She said it used to get her in trouble with her party leader back in the age of fairytales.. but, whether because there aren't those kinds of authority figures around us as much now or what, it at least isn't something that comes up too much!

I hope that all those answers were okay - thank you so much for sending them all in!"

[enchantestuff]

miscommunication - charles leclerc

in which your Pierres little sister and reap the consequences after an eventful night in Monaco with his best friend

I think I'm going to make this into a series, like 3 more parts maybe??

part two

GIF NOT MINE!!!

warnings: smut, my failed attempt at angst (I tried), language, em yeah

3k words (I have no idea how that happened) 

You had known Charles for years, which wasn't particularly surprising considering you were Pierres little sister.

When you were little you envied their friendship, constantly trying to insert yourself in their games and conversations. You had lost count of the amount of times they slammed a door in your face, demanding you to leave them alone. You hadn’t realised how annoying you were being as you followed them around everywhere, even if Pierre had scolded you for it each day.

When you were a teenager, Pierre purposely kept Charles away from you, telling him that if he even looked in your direction he wouldn't hesitate to end their friendship. You, of course, had no idea of the threat not that it mattered as you didn't paid any attention to the infamous duo during those few years, living in your own little world full of clothes , friends and different boys.

Now, however, you were an adult and all you wanted to do was support your brother throughout his career. In recent years you had gone to as many races as you physically could, but of course you had your own job and unfortunately didn’t have the time to attend any race this season.

Pierre was disappointed, he loved having you there to support him, but he understood that you had your own life and never placed any blame on you. After years of the two of you constantly ignoring each other and bickering, you had finally begun to act like siblings and all he wanted to do was make up for lost time.

You had thankfully gotten three weeks off work - well they weren’t necessarily weeks off as you still had to do your job, but your boss insisted that there was no need for you to trek to the office everyday when you were perfectly capable of doing the work at home on your laptop. The timing couldn't have been better with the triple header just around the corner, it almost seemed like a miracle and you were gonna enjoy every minute of it.

You grinned as you texted your brother.

Any spare tickets to the race :)

He replied almost immediately.

You're kidding, which one?

All of them?

Your texting was cut off by Pierres contact photo appearing on your phone. You answered instantly only to hear Pierre screaming through your speakers, he also slipped in a few delighted curse words before finally letting you talk.

“My boss gave me the next three weeks off so I’m going to go support my favourite brother” you grinned.

“Your only brother” he remarked and you could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

You spent the next few hours catching up and retelling pointless stories. You had gone to sleep with a lazy smile on your face and  woke up the next morning to a text from Pierre, telling you that he had organized your passes for the three weekends as well as the flights, all you had to do was find a hotel. He slipped in the name of the hotel that he was staying at, and to your luck there was still room available. Now all that was left to do was wait.

You grinned giddy as you stepped off the plane and walked toward the baggage collection area, excited to finally get back to watching races in person. You rubbed your eyes in surprise when you spotted your brother waiting for you. “Pierre?” you screamed delightly, running up to him and pushing his body into a bone crushing hug. It felt like you hadn’t seen him in forever even if it was only a few months.

“Bonjour,” he laughed as he hugged you back.

“I thought you were busy all day today” you exclaimed once you pulled away from him.

He sheepishly shrugged at you with a lazy grin on his face. “I may have lied, are you ready to go?”

You nodded your head at him and for the first time in a long time your mind drifted towards your brother's best friend, Charles, who you hadn’t spoken to since an eventful night in Monaco a few months ago.

You cursed yourself as you thought back to that very moment.

Charles was having a party at his lovely home, you can't remember now what you were celebrating but everyone was ecstatic. You could hear the music from across the street and you knew before you even entered the house that it was going to be a night to remember.

The moment you stepped foot inside you were surrounded by multiple drunk people, all with large grins and hooded eyes plastered on them and you laughed as almost everyone stumbled around the house.

You spotted your brother in the middle of the room dancing with a pretty blonde, he had a goofy smile on his face and you knew from that sight of him alone that he was wasted. You were the only sober person there, at least that's what you thought until Charles had made his way to you with two cups in his hand, alcohol for you and water for him.

“I thought you were celebrating,” you mused as you took a sip of the dark liquor.

“Someone needs to keep these drunk idiots in check,” he joked.

“Well in that case” you said as you handed your drink to a stranger and took a sip of his water instead. You laughed at the bewildered look he threw your way before continuing, “I'm not going to let you tackle this party alone.” The smile that formed on Charles was genuine and your breath hitched in your throat at the sight.

You surprisingly enjoyed yourself the whole night, maybe that was because you knew everyone there, but most likely it was because you spent the whole night with Charles.

A few hours into the party he turned to you asking to dance, you didn't even hesitate to say yes, nerves surrounded you immediately and they only got worse when his hands dipped dangerously low on your hips. Your eyes automatically searched for Pierre and you left out a sigh of relief when you couldn't find him anywhere.

The thought of getting caught fueled both you and Charles, so when he spun you around to face him neither of you hesitated to connect your lips. You considered yourself lucky that everyone around you was too drunk to notice your heated make out and used it to your advantage. You pulled him even closer to you, moaning in his ear when he grabbed your bum and giggling at the whimper he let out.

You felt dizzy. The fact that you were both sober made your first kiss even more real.

You were anxious when he asked you if you wanted to go somewhere more private but agreed nevertheless, hoping that maybe he had wanted you for as long as you had wanted him.

He had tenderly kissed you again once he closed the door behind him.

“God, you have no idea how long i've waited to do this,” he moaned in your ear and although you knew that was just something people said in the heat of the moment, you let yourself believe it. You let yourself believe every single word that left his lips and got even more attached to the moment.

You revealed a piece of yourself to him that night, not only a physical part, but a part of your heart as you admitted your deepest secrets to him. “Fuck, Charles, I’ve always wanted you,” you moaned when he gently placed you on the bed.

You attached yourself to the kisses he placed all over your body, you paid attention to every bit of affection that he showed you, never once wanting him to stop. When he positioned himself next to you and asked if you were sure you told him there was nothing you've ever been more sure about.

You had both simultaneously moaned when he entered you, laughing at each other afterwards, which made your heart flutter. He was Charles, your brothers best friend and yet sex with him felt so natural.

He placed a tender kiss to your chest before he started moving and you couldn't help but hold him close to you, he didn't seem to mind however as he nested his head in the crook of your neck, letting you hear all the soft gasps and grunts that left his mouth.

You arched your back in pleasure when he reached the deepest parts inside you, your toes curled and your eyes rolled back and all you could think was God why didn't we do this sooner?

“Don't stop, please Charles, don't stop” you moaned in his ear, and if you weren't in a completely different world you would have noticed the shiver than ran down his entire body at your words.

“Trust me, mon amour, i never want to stop”

You weren't even aware of the moans the left your lips until Charles had grabbed your chin and looked at you with desperation written all over his face, “Merde, Y/N, i want more than anything to make this moment last but If you keep making those pretty little sounds you're gonna make me cum”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words “Shut me up then”

And he did, he grunted as he reconnected your lips, swallowing your moans and letting out his own in the process. From the kissing, to Charles’ moans and the rolling of his hips it didn't take you long to release the knot in your stomach.

You regretted it now, thinking back on it, it had completely ruined your friendship with Charles. Your daily silly texts to each other had ceased to exist, your weekly facetime calls had died and a piece of you had broken.

You didn’t expect any less, he was your brother's best friend and even though you always found him insanely attractive, you knew deep down he would have found your little crush on him weird. You always had the suspicion that he saw you as a little sister, and the way he completely ignored you after your hookup had proven them to be true.

You couldn't hate him, or even place the blame of your failed friendship on him as you also went out of your way to ignore him, something that you really regretted but couldn’t change.

“You alright?” Pierre asked as he grabbed your suitcase in his hand.

“Yeah sorry i - i don't know what happened to me there,” you choked out, walking alongside Pierre to his car.

“It's free practice tomorrow, you coming?” he asked once you were both sitting comfortably in his car.

“Yeah, of course” you nodded as you watched the tall buildings pass by in the window.

“Everyones misses you, you know?” he quickly glanced over at you while he drove, wondering what the hell you were thinking so hard about.

“Yep” you sighed, “Me too,” but all you could think about was the Ferrari driver and how awkward it would be to see him again

You had shut yourself in your hotel room for the rest of the night, the flight and overly long check in had taken all the remaining energy out of you and all you wanted to do was curl into the hotel bed and sleep for as long as you possibly could. So that's what you did, until Pierre rang your phone, telling you that he was leaving for free practice in half an hour, wondering if you needed lift, which of course you did you had mumbled to him while scrabbling out of the bed and running to your bathroom to take the quickest shower of your life.

You had somehow gotten ready in time and before you knew it you were walking around the paddock with Pierre next to you, basking in the glorious sun.

Pierre whistled in excitement when he spotted Charles walking out of the Ferrari motorhome. The brunette quickly turned at the sound, a smile forming on his face when he spotted Pierre, his eyebrows raising soon after as he finally noticed you next to him. Your heart beat loudly in your chest as he got closer and closer to you.

You stood firmly in your spot, uncertain if a hug would be too big of an action after months of silence between you both, quite frankly you didn’t even want to touch him, the pain that he had caused you cutting too deep. Unfortunately, he beamed at you and grabbed your hips, pulling you into his chest and rocking you both side to side.

“Hi,” you laughed, unwilling to cause a scene in front of your brother, you moved your arms to wrap around his neck.

“It's great to see you” he admitted when he pulled away and you felt your throat close up at his words. “I’ve missed you”

“I missed you too,” you smiled and although it wasn’t a lie, the words felt dirty leaving your lips. You shouldnt have missed him, not when he left you lying alone in his bed after you both had sex.

“God, you're acting like you haven't spoken to each other in months,” Pierre laughed, and you and Charles shared an awkward look with each other. The silence that followed was unbearable.

You cleared your throat as you looked around the paddock. “I'm going to get some water” you quickly spilled out and abruptly turned in the other direction, ignoring the confused look that Pierre shot in your direction. You had only taken a few steps when Charles grabbed your arm and pulled you behind a random building.

“Shh it's me” he flinched as you pushed yourself away from him, “it's me” he repeated looking at the bewildered expression on your face.

“You couldn’t have just talked to me like a normal human being?” you argued, “Did you really have to drag me behind a building?”

“I couldn't talk about you know what around you know who” he threw back and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Oh! You dont want to talk about us having sex infronf of Pierre” you snapped and he covered your mouth with his hand. You bit his hand and he gasped in response.

“You bit me!” he half shouted.

“You didn’t seem to mind last time” you commented , relishing in how flustered Charles had gotten.

“We need to talk about that” he choked out, looking absolutely anywhere except your eyes.

“Oh so now you want to talk about it?” you asked with an accusing tone to your voice, surpringing not only Charles but also yourself.

“I know it was a dick move, I just” he sighed “I didn’t know how to bring it up”

“How about maybe not leaving straight away? How about sending me a text explaining how you felt instead of leaving me in the dark for months? If you thought it was a mistake you could have just-”

“I didn't think it was a mistake”

You couldn't help the effect those words had on your heart, but suddenly you were even more furious, he was unintentionally playing with your heart and you didn't know how much more of it you could take.

“Then why didn't you tell me!”

You were frustrated and he wasn’t helping one bit. He had left it too late, the damage was done, you had spent months regretting your decision to climb into bed with him and a few words lazily strung together to form a sentence wasn't going to erase the emotional damage he caused you. It didn't matter anymore whether it was intentional or not

“I didn't want to ruin our friendship”

“That is the dumbest excuse I've ever heard!”

You could feel tears pricking your eyes and all you wanted to do was sob your heart out, but you refused to cry in front of him, you didn't want him to know the effect he had on you. “Look your late and i - i need to breathe”

You didn't give him a chance to reply as you ran away, unable to face the boy who broke your heart: the boy who had given you everything you could possibly want, only to snatch it out of your grasp.

You cursed yourself for getting attached to that moment because now, every time you closed your eyes, all you see was him panting on top of you and all you could feel was his lips on your skin. It was a memory that used to delight you but now all it brought was sadness and pain.

You knew your attachment issues would bring you pain one day, but only now as you crouched down next to some random building, did you realise it would be physical pain. You clawed at your neck in desperation. You couldn't breathe. Your tears were practically suffocating you and you couldn't help but think Charles' hands ripping your heart from your chest was the cause.

Unknowingly to you, Charles watched your retreating figure with tears forming behind his eyes. It had finally hit him how much he fucked things up. He thought he was doing the right thing, he thought maybe you needed space, maybe you would have regretted it.

He wore his heart on his sleeve that day, everything that he told you was true, he was just so scared. So scared that he would be left heartbroken, that his feelings were unrequited, that maybe, just maybe, you would be disgusted with yourself for what you two did.

He left early the next morning to hype himself up, to finally tell you about his feelings for you that had been bubbling around in his stomach for years, but when he returned to his bedroom you were gone.

He didn't realise how much waking up to an empty bed would affect you, just as much as you didnt realise how much leaving would affect him.

He was never good at communication, but it was so easy with you, so why didn't he pick up the phone? He had no excuse except that he was scared.

It was his fear that hurt him the most. It was his fear that broke your heart and that had hurt him so much more than he thought was possible.

[hellreads]

what are some of the most filthiest fics you've ever read?

this is the HARDEST ASK I have received so far, I spaced out after seeing this ask trying to recall every single filthy fic I ever read because there’s a lot but I will only be adding three fics per member for this ask, now, what I consider filthy may not be your cup of tea or may seem vanilla to y’all but to each their own, btw filthy to me includes threesomes to gangbangs because we’re weak for double penetration in this house, a lot of cum play and sloppy seconds, dirty talk, degradation, and more ~ by more I mean feelings, I need to feel something before drowning me in good explicit smut but I like pwps too lol, anyway, enough of my ramblings let’s get to the list! | 🍒

NOTE: please check all tags and warnings before reading a fic, read any of these at your own risk!

TOP PICKS

❥ The Hills by @minflix➴ Ski-Trip/Vacation!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok | Series➴ A ski trip with old friends sounds like a fun time, right?when your ex-boyfriend (who you hate but somehow always end up in bed with) and your stepbrother (who you are harboring not-so-secret feelings for) tag along at the last minute, you have a feeling it won’t be an uneventful weekend.but fun? debatable. that remains to be seen.

❥ Pour Up by jungxkook (deactivated/story no longer here on tumblr)➴ Fuckboy/Fratboy!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ You like to pretend you hate Jungkook and Taehyung but sleeping with both of them doesn’t sound so terrible especially when you’re drunk and faded.

❥ Extreme Obsession by saylilirose➴ Psychological/Yandere!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ In life, you meet one person that you live and grow old with. 

You? You meet seven. 

But your love? Non-existent. 

But theirs? Real…and obsessive.

Which turns deadly and dangerous. 

Without hesitation.➴ NOTE: this story contains heavy/dark/taboo themes and this isn’t for everyone, make sure you read all tags and warnings before starting this fic, you’ve been warned.

Kim Namjoon

❥ Miss Communication by @dovechim➴ Poly!AU | Namjoon x Reader x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ Poly relationships can be complicated. especially one where there’s an established hierarchy, and someone decides to break the rules. in a series of miscommunications between your boyfriends, you find yourself being the conveyor of peace and something else that isn’t quite what you expected. 

❥ Tigerboy by @joonbird➴ Hybrid!AU | Namjoon x Reader | One-Shot➴ “You, a docile rabbit hybrid, have been waiting a long time to meet the mysterious tiger hybrid, Kim Namjoon.”

❥ Criminal by @teawithkpop➴ Criminal/Police!AU | Namjoon x Reader x Yoongi x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ Namjoon is a wanted criminal, and he decides he wants you to be his ‘last meal’ before he’s booked.

Kim Seokjin

❥ The Devil Wears Armani by @floralseokjin➴ Devil!AU | Seokjin x Reader | Series➴ You never imagined accidentally attempting to sell your soul to the devil would lead to this…

❥ Off-Limits by @floralseokjin➴ Brother’s Bestfriend!AU | Seokjin x Reader | Series➴ You’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

❥ In The Bleak Midwinter by @pcyheartgirlx➴ Idol/Escort!AU | Seokjin x Reader x Chanyeol | Series➴ We’re all whores, we just sell different parts of ourselves.

You own a multi-billion dollar company, servicing the biggest names in kpop, in more ways than one. Under the name “Starlight Catering”, you, your best friends, Damon and Maya, and your hundreds of workers provide stress relief for idols.

You have partially retired, not because you didn’t want to, but because Chanyeol was your muse. He was all that you had time for and all you needed. Until Jin came along.

So what happens when you mix fire and ice?

You get smoke and all the lines are blurred.

Min Yoongi (hardest list to make, I have a lot of good Yoongi filth T_T)

❥ Zelus by bumblexfox➴ Sugar Daddy/Lovers!AU | Yoongi x Reader | One-Shot➴ Yoongi becomes jealous when your close friend Jungkook puts his hands all over you right infront of his face. So, Yoongi decides to make sure you know who you really belong to.

❥ Dead Leaves by wrienne➴ Detective!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Jimin | Series➴ In which you (reader) are a homicide detective about to face the biggest hurdle both of your career and life.

Married to probably the kindest but most boring man you’ve ever met and living in a town where nothing ever seems to happen means life for you is dull. Dull enough to drive you crazy with boredom and dissatisfaction. However, life changes abruptly when your old boss retires and a new man takes his place - a man you used to love (and sleep very regularly with) more than a decade ago. Especially when your husband comes home smelling of perfume, you’re unable to resist your more carnal urges and dead women start showing up across the city with unnerving frequency.

❥ Hyung, Open the Door by @gotmetalkinginmysleep➴ Idol!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Taehyung x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ You’ve been keeping the boys awake with your moaning for months thanks to Yoongi. Tae and Jungkook want to find out why.

Jung Hoseok 

❥ Flight 18 by @noona-la-la-la➴ Idol!AU | Hoseok x Reader | One-Shot➴ Korean Air Flight 18 leaves daily from Los Angeles traveling to Seoul. You’ve taken this flight before, but this time you’ve got an irritating passenger in the neighboring seat. Little did you know that he would end up giving you the ride of your life.

❥ See Both Sides Like Chanel by @minflix➴ Rich Kids/FWB!AU | Namjoon x Reader x Hoseok | One-Shot➴ You, Namjoon, and Hoseok are inseparable. Three best friends that grew up together since you were all in diapers.

But lately, Namjoon has been drifting away…

So on his birthday, you and Hoseok remind him just how inseparable the three of you really are.

⤷ or alternatively: a little less twenty-one candles, a little more “touch me”

❥ Langour by @littlemisskookie➴ Step-Siblings!AU | Hoseok x Reader | One-Shot➴ Hoseok’s got a lust-driven thirst for his step sister.

Park Jimin

❥ Sharing is Caring by @littlemisskookie➴ Prostitution!AU | Seokjin x Reader x Jimin | One-Shot➴ Jin graciously decides to loan you to handsome Park Jimin for the night.

❥ Power Play by @dovechim➴ Pornstar!AU | Jimin x Reader | One-Shot➴ You know him as the A-lister of all porn stars; a man who sits pretty in his place at the top of the food chain. But you also know him as the Park Jimin who single-handedly humiliated you and ruined your own career as a rookie just starting out, the epitome of the biggest dick in the entire industry… and you’re not talking about his assets. But when Park Jimin comes to you, saying he’s in a slump that only you can get him out of and begs you to sign an exclusive contract with him; things get messy… in more ways than one.

❥ Neighbors by @jkeuphoriadreamland➴ Neighbors!AU | Jimin x Reader | Series➴ Finally achieving your successes in life you never expected the distraction that came with your new hot neighbor. He, however, had been trying to get your attention for a much different reason.

Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jungkook (because majority of my fave filth includes these two ~ I am breaking the 3 fics list for them because I can dsjkhfkjasdhf)

❥ Clandestine by @ditzymax➴ Assassin!AU | Taehyung x Named OC x Jungkook | Series➴  As a professional assassin, Kim Kinsoo has many shrouded secrets in her life. Some of them she shares openly with her loving boyfriend, but there are other things he must never know.

❥ Shameless by @imaginethisbts➴ Voyeurism/Exhibitionism!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ Taehyung’s the new guy in town, just trying to make some friends. And when Jungkook invites him to a party, he thinks he’s finally gotten a good opportunity to meet some new people. But what he doesn’t expect is witnessing his new friend Jungkook and his girlfriend, you, getting it on in front of him, and all of the other guys, at this so-called party. 

❥ When You Least Expect It by @johobi➴ F2L/Lovers!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series➴ You’re in love with your childhood friend, Taehyung. The problem is, you treasure your friendship with him far too much to ever risk losing it. Oh, and he’s quite the Casanova. At your wits’ end with feelings you can no longer hide as diligently as you once did, you ask him to set you up with someone, anyone, in a last-ditch attempt to avoid a heartbreaking conversation.

❥ Stealing the Bite by @wildernessuntothemselves➴ Supernatural!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series➴ In a world populated by the supernatural, witches were the most despised and mistrusted of creatures. Everyone desired to make use of their powers but no one was willing to be seen openly conferring with them. And so there came to pass a heinous practice: Small covens of witches were isolated and kept under wraps in every kingdom, to be utilized when needed, and kept under close watch to prevent them from rebelling. 

Growing up in a kingdom ruled by werewolves, abuse and scorn were a fact of life, but you were determined to put an end to it. You devised a devious plan to gain power, and it involved a certain prince.

❥ The Doms Next Door by @tatertotthethot➴ Poly/Tattoo!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series➴ In which you unknowingly accept the offer to become a tattoo model for the two, sexually-crazed men next door.

❥ Maid for You by @forgottenpasta➴ Idol!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ As Bangtan’s dorm maid you’re expected to be professional, your identity anonymous. Until Jeongguk finds you on your knees beside his bed, with his rolex in your hand.

❥ Into Temptation by coconutty➴ Demon!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series➴ It was just a dare…

❥ Lust and Errors by @imaginethisbts➴ Step-Siblings!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series➴ Stepbrother, fuck buddy… They were one and the same now. But what started out as some mindless fucking game, quickly turns into something much more difficult and complex.

❥ What’s Mine is Mine by @avveh➴ Idol!AU | Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot ➴ You caught his eye from day one. As far as Jungkook was concerned, you were always meant to be his.

❥ This Isn’t Love Darling by @junqkook➴ Mafia/Escort!AU | Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot➴ He tasted of an empty night and an eclipsing moon, with blood on his hands and fire in his eyes when he put his mouth on yours.

❥ Illicit Photography by @jkeuphoriadreamland➴ University/Photography!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series➴ You’re a well respected university professor who assigns a portfolio project to your photography students, but your best student, Jungkook, doesn’t follow the rules very well.

❥ My Way by @ellieljade➴ Fuckbuddy!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series➴ Jungkook doesn’t appreciate your boyfriend’s insistence that he stop sleeping with you and he knows just how to prove that you like it his way.

OT7

❥ Moth to Flame by @bang-to-the-tan➴ Vampire!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ Robbed of your memories and intended as a birthday present for a deadly creature of the night, you unwittingly become the center of a territorial dispute between two covens of vampires. Tensions are rising and the brothers are getting hungry.

❥ Void by @btssavedmylifeblr➴ Space!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ You are the only female crew member on a 12-year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.

❥ Temptation Series by @yminie➴ Idol!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ Sleeping Temptation : Yoongi and Jimin come home to find you asleep on the couch. To say they were happy they beat the other members back would be an understatement.

➴ Waking Temptation : Hoseok, Taehyung and Namjoon are home, and you’re not asleep anymore.

➴ Sweeter Temptation : After an eventful evening, it’s the morning after and Jin’s there to take care of you.

➴ Breaking Temptation : Jungkook ditches movie night for other activities, and you’re not impressed.

❥ Seven Deadly Sins by @mintedmango➴ Demon!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ You stood suddenly, chair being pushed away by the backs of your legs, the rest of the sins standing with you as you looked around in panic. All except Sloth who was out cold in the corner.“Oh, little pet, indeed, I am still hungry.”

❥ Physcom by @teawithkpop➴ Idol!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series➴ AU where live-in Physical Companions are provided to k-pop groups so the members can relieve their sexual related stress and tension - around their busy schedules, of course. You are one such “PhysCom”. However, complications arise when the BTS members start harboring romantic feelings for you. Feelings you’re not sure you can reject with any believable amount of conviction. Such a scandal could result in getting both you and them fired and exposed, ruining any future career options for all parties involved… it turns out the “com” in PhysCom might as well stand for complications.

❥ Cum by @honeymoonjin➴ Idol!AU | OT7 x Reader | Two-Shot➴ An episode of Run! BTS in which the seven members compete to see who can make you cum first.

❥ The Gentlemen’s Club by @brookelegend➴ Club!AU | OT7 x Reader (Hobi-Centric) | Series➴ You’ve been in a dating drought, more specifically, a sex drought. Your best friend has the perfect remedy for your problem: The Gentlemen’s Club.

[supernaturallymarvellous]

Pet Store Shenanigans

Author: @supernaturallymarvellous

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 803

Warnings: None.

A/N: Day 17 of the Daily Writing Challenge being hosted by @sdavid09.  Tag Lists are open.

Prompt: What is your character’s most embarrassing story from their childhood?

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“Honestly man, this little punk used to get in so many fights that I wanted to tie a damn bell around his neck so that I’d know when he was in trouble.”

This statement of Bucky’s had sent a howl of laughter around the group currently gathered together on the sofas, the stragglers left behind after a party, determined not to go to bed until the sun had come up.  Drinks had been flowing since the evening began and those who were affected by alcohol were more than a little tipsy.  As inhibitions became more and more loosened, the party games that were being played had become increasingly outrageous; never have I ever….strip pool…..streaking through the Tower!  Eventually though, tiredness had begun to catch up with people and they drifted one by one to the comfortable seats, drinks in hand, talking in order to keep their eyes open. 

Discussions had soon moved on to embarrassing childhood stories.  Tony had shared the excruciating painful details of the time he tried to impress a girl at a pool party by pulling off an elaborate dive, only to fail and belly-flop into the pool in front of everyone in attendance.  Y/N told all about how she’d slipped while walking off stage during a school play and had inadvertently flashed her pants to the entire student body.  Clint….well Clint had too many embarrassing stories of his own, none of which he wanted to share, so he had decided to let slip some of his children’s worst moments. 

By the time the discussion had moved on to the less intoxicated members of the group,  Y/N had clambered up from the space she had been occupying on the floor and placed herself firmly in the space between Bucky and Steve on the sofa.  “Hey, Bucky – you gotta have some stupid stories about Stevie, right?”

Bucky laughed as Steve dropped his head into his hands, muttering under his breath.  Throwing his arm around Y/N’s shoulders, Bucky pulled her closer to him.  “Oh doll, I got tales that would make you die from second-hand embarrassment!  There was the time he got put in a dumpster after he started a fight with the wrong guy.  That’s not my favourite though – that honour goes to the time he got broke into a pet store.”

Steve practically leapt up from the sofa, tipping Y/N off balance and causing her to spill the remainder of her drink over herself and Bucky.  “NO!  Buck, do not tell that story.  Come on man, don’t embarrass me in front of my girlfriend!” Spotting the grin that had started to spread over his best friend’s face, Steve began to despair.

“So, picture the scene – there’s righteous little Steve Rogers, the kid who’s got to get himself into some kind of scrap every single week, like it’s an addiction.  So we’re walking home one night and we pass this pet store with a bunch of puppies in the front window.  Man, they looked as sad as anything and this idiot here gets it into his head that he’s gonna set them free, convinced that they’re somehow being mistreated by the owner.  Before I can even think about stopping him, he’s picked up a brick, thrown it through the glass door and is clambering in.  Well his plan didn’t exactly work; the dumbass managed to snag his trouser leg on a bit of broken glass and….well let’s just say that he didn’t so much walk through the door as trip and fall flat on his face.  By this time though the owner’s come down from upstairs and is screaming blue murder.  I just had to grab the back of Stevie’s jacket and pull him the hell out of there. It wasn’t until we got about five blocks away that I realised he’d broken his nose!”

Steve had heard enough and fed up of being embarrassed, he reached down and lifted Y/N up, determined to get her as far away from Bucky as possible so that he couldn’t divulge any more secrets.  As he swiftly marched out of the room with a giggling Y/N thrown over his shoulder, he could hear the raucous laughter from behind him.  When they reached the elevator, Steve lowered her gently to the ground.  Manoeuvring her through the doors as they opened, he pushed the button for the floor which housed their accommodation, letting Y/N lean on him for stability as they ascended.  “I’m sorry you had to hear that, sweetheart. 

Y/N smiled.  “Oh don’t let it bother you.  I think it’s sweet, shows you have the most caring nature of anyone I’ve ever met.  You have the biggest heart and that’s why I love you.  I do just have one question about Bucky’s story.....exactly how much were those doggies in the window?!”

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Tagging: @sdavid09   @xxloki81xx   @waywardimpalawriter    @zepppie     @helvonasche   @redlipstickandplaid

[antique-darling]

12 steps backwards

Hi, I’m Carys and I’m an alcoholic. 

It started the same way as practically everyone else; understanding the intoxicating beauty of alcohol, a true social lubricant - and a firm willing suspension of disbelief that it’ll ever happen to you. 

The whole sordid affair began around Christmastime 2006. I was extremely young and very beautiful, and dressed the part of a perfect outcast with my various studs and spikes, my facial piercings mostly resembling that of one who has headbutted a box of map pins. But I was horrifically shy, the shackles of post-puberty still lingering. 

We’re in the UK, so I was handed a bottle of Smirnoff Ice at a house party. The more I drank, the more confident I became. I felt vibrant and stunning, although I was most likely being annoying. Even caught myself my first boyfriend that night, something which I’d never successfully been able to do. I managed to forget the two-day hangover which ensued. 

Thus began a bitter relationship with alcohol, my best friend of over a decade who betrayed me, in the end. 

I lived a 3-minute walk away from my high school, so I would frequently nip home at lunch to swindle some booze my mum had unsuccessfully ‘hidden’ away. She worked every weekday, and my parents had just separated at this point, which definitely made the whole debacle easier. In retrospect, the separation and eventual divorce probably affected me more than I realised.

A string of failed relationships, including an engagement, before I’d even turned 18 shaped me more into this polyp of self-loathing, and a glass of wine would ease the hatred a little more, or I’d down a bottle of something stronger.

By the time I’d reached 16, I decided that I was an adult, and panicked because I wasn’t getting pregnant. Somehow, in my mind, I neglected to recall that stress and abusing alcohol is the opposite of a good environment for a foetus. Over the past decade, I’ve lost count of the number of dead babies to drop out of me. 

 I’m fairly certain I fell in love with the devil when I was 17. He was strong and handsome, and an alcoholic himself. Although at this time, my true alcoholism had not yet fully manifested. This man made it a reality. 

He told me to stop taking my pill because it was making me “moody”. I acquiesced, assuming I was barren anyway. Discovering I was around 6 weeks pregnant was a shock, to say the least. 

I was still in school and he was jobless due to a health condition I like to call chronic laziness and taking all of my money to supplement his drug and alcohol habits. I’d been in abusive relationships before him, and they’re honestly what I probably deserve. I’m constantly drawn to the same sorts of people, despite my better judgment. The problem, therein, lies in me. 

But this man was king. I have endured nothing like the hell he dragged me through since. 

So, the option he gave me was crystal clear; “it’s not very nice being a single mum”. I had just turned 18, and I was so very vulnerable. I had already been corrupted by the 4 men who had came before him, so my self-worth was absolutely nothing. Again, I acquiesced to his demands. 

If I knew all those years ago what I know now, I would have left him and had my child. But he took my choice away from me, he forced a child into me and forced it back out again. He caused me to betray every part of my moral integrity, every single belief that I held dear. And it still feels, to this very day, as painful as it did in 2012. I wish I’d killed myself instead of my baby. I haven’t spoken to this man in many years, but he haunts me daily. The saddest truth is that I’m sure he doesn’t even remember I exist. I know he never loved me, but I loved him with a ferocity which I’ve not felt since.

And I so desperately wanted a child. I still do. It still won’t happen - I’ve cursed myself and I am dealing with the wrath of eternity. Hell is on earth and I have created it. 

So, to absolutely no surprise to anyone, I hit the bottle hard after that. I had to take a week off after the abortion due to antibiotics and opioid painkillers, but the minute I could, I drowned. 

After all, I was 18. I had a drinking permit. 

I spent my entire university career after that point getting blind drunk daily. At my peak, I’d drink cheap bottled cider (but not Frosty Jack’s or White Lightning - I had some class) as if it was cola or something. I’d have wine on a Friday and Saturday night, typically two bottles, and a bottle of vodka every day. This went on for 5 years. 

During this time I was engaged again, to someone I’d met at university. We were together for 4 years, living together, and I remember virtually nothing of the relationship. It was the longest relationship I had ever been in, and sometimes I forget his name. I certainly don’t remember what he looked like. 

Naturally, that relationship broke down when, on the 11th of September 2018, I surrendered. My 12-year relationship with alcohol was over. 

I would wake up next to my partner every day, and the more time I spent not drinking, the more I realised he was a total stranger in my bed. After a month of sobriety, I awoke to the fact I had absolutely no recollection of this person at all, apart from the two times we traveled to Belfast to see his family and friends. Even then, I only remember the actual traveling part. 

We had to live together a month after we had separated, during which time he constantly demanded to know why I’d left him. Simply, “I sobered up”. He had been the most violent, piggish creature of all the men I had ever been with, memories which have only been returning to me in the past year. Sometimes I think, he wasn’t looking for a partner, he was looking for a sex slave. And he still wasn’t as bad as the devil of my younger years. 

Probably ‘coz I was really drunk the whole time. 

So I’m 16 months sober, as of Saturday of this month. I still can’t sleep, I still have headaches and I’ve put on so much weight I can barely recognise myself. It’s bittersweet. I have achieved great things in my life, but I feel like a stranger looking in. I feel like a confused 12-year-old, shy with no confidence and no place in the world. Like the degrees I have are someone else’s, and sure I have my graduation pictures but that’s a different me. That’s not me, surely. My day job is, ironically, bartending. I know I’m fantastic at my persona, but the customers see through the cracks. They’ll ask me “What’s the nicest x? What mixer goes with y?”, and I can never just say “oh, it’s z”, I always have to say “other people usually have this with z”. 

I don’t keep my alcoholism a secret, and most of my regular customers know. And I’ll get the typical diatribe of “oh aren’t you strong and brave, working here and struggling with your recovery??”. I know they mean well, and it’s a lovely compliment to pay. But I don’t feel strong, although it is cathartic when I get to pour drinks away. I feel like a failure. 

I am a fully qualified English teacher in the process of doing my Master’s degree. Staying up til 3am cleaning, after spending 6 hours serving poison to toxic people (although a lot of my regular customers are genuine angels), makes me believe that, despite my achievements on paper, that that is all I’m worth. 

I want to end this monologue on a positive note. In over a year of sobriety, I have learned to go out with my friends, or hang out after work, and not feel so left out. Coffee is now a luxury, opposed to a brown liquid to fix my constant hangover. I even know when coffee tastes burnt now, which is something my former self would never have even considered. I’m eternally grateful for my family of Alcoholics Anonymous. I haven’t been to a meeting in months due to work and uni, but every time I manage to go, it’s as if I’d not missed a single one. 

My family have been nothing but supportive, although my dad still doesn’t really understand it (we were great drinking buddies for a while). My friends are mainly my colleagues at work, and without their support I wouldn’t be alive, most likely. Also they will refuse to serve me alcohol - not that I’ve tried, but I’ve been told so, in order to continue supporting my recovery. 

Since being sober, I’ve surrounded myself with good people. The bad things don’t seem so bad, and every day I’m working on hating myself less. 

Alcohol and/or substance abuse feels like something that won’t happen to you. Unfortunately, it can happen to all of us, and so very quickly. Or, so slowly that you didn’t even register it until you’re sleeping on a bench in the middle of February. 

There is help, free help, and there are probably millions of people suffering too. If you’re suffering, you’re not alone. You never have to be alone. 

https://www.alcoholics-anonymous.org.uk/

https://www.samaritans.org/

[mutantsrisingrpg]

Congratulations, BECKY! You’ve been accepted as PALLENE with a FC change to FIVEL STEWART.

Becky, you delivered a character as rich as the honeyed smiles you described Anastasia as having with a complexity as deep as the darkness you implied lurks behind it. It was difficult to choose between the apps for Anastasia, but ultimately I couldn’t get your visions for her out of my head. She’s youthful and you see it in the way she wants to be adored and the way she uses her powers and I can’t even describe how excited I am to see the sort of havoc that only she can wreak on this city.

Welcome to Mutants Rising! Please read the checklist and submit your account within 24 hours.

Out of Character Information:

NAME/ALIAS: Becky

PRONOUNS: she/her

AGE: 23

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY LEVEL: GMT, online daily

TRIGGERS: None

In Character Information:

DESIRED ROLE: Anastasia Ahn ( Pallene )

GENDER/PRONOUNS: cisfemale, she/her

DETAILS & ANALYSIS: This is where you show us who the character is to you! The format of this doesn’t matter, whether it’s in bullet points or in para form, and can be as long as you’d like it to be. Feel free to get creative!

Anastasia got chewed up and spat out as a teenager but instead of healing she found herself with powers, which– what sixteen year old doesn’t want to find out that she has the ability to change the emotions of those around her?

She’s pretty for the sake of covering up the bad things that she knows exist inside her: jealousy and revenge. It kind of reminds me of that scene from Jennifer’s Body where Jennifer is trying to smooth foundation over her face in an attempt to cover up the fact that she’s a blood sucking vampire.

I guess it plays off of the idea that monsters hide in plain sight

And it’s not that she’s evil – she’s just incredibly sensitive and knows how to hold a grudge. She wants better and she wants more and she consumes to fill the gap inside her that she doesn’t otherwise know what to do with

She’s an amalgamation of every twenty-something year old that looks back on her mistakes and decides that other people were the problem. It’s far easier to blame everyone else than herself, after all.

She wants to remain lovely and she wants to be seen as someone to aspire to be like and she wants to be satisfied and she wants to feel full and, above all, she wants to be adored.

Also inspired by this quote from Florence +The Machine’s artistic director: “It’s about the power the darkness of longing can give you when you embrace your inner beast alone…. Women who bond themselves together like this, and rise up together like this, are usually accused of being witches, so I wanted to explore that. I also wanted to create an abstraction of Florence as if every woman was a small piece of glass that had shattered inside her. Now they join her outside her body and fight with her, love with her, go to war with her.”

BIO:

The wannabe beauty queen. The sickeningly stereotypical airhead cheerleader. The girl with a post-divorce-rich mum who loves spending her time in exotic locations and comes and goes, but mostly goes, and the apologetic don’t-forget-I-love-you-even-though-I-screwed-my-receptionist dad that gives her gifts to make up for the dance recitals and birthday parties he missed when she was a child. Shallow popularity is worn like the diamante-studded tiara she got for her sweet-sixteen, glistening brightly to dazzle and distract from below-average grades.

Her teachers tell her she needs to try harder. Scorned students that she’s ostracized flock like vultures to her grades on results day, picking at the sun-bleached bones of a carcass that spells out the word FAIL. But try as she might to study, headaches plague her. Unable to concentrate in class, her parents, respectively, pay for doctors to assess her, to figure out the cause of the sharp-shooting pain that sometimes ends in nosebleeds. Red stains the pale pink silk of her dress on prom night. Carrie’s anger isn’t lost on her – in hindsight it’s ironic, really.

Her ability manifests slowly. Slow enough that she doesn’t realise it at first. Bizarre happenings that could be circumstances begin to add up until there’s no mistaking that something strange is at play. Unrequited love turns to adoration from the boy who lives next door who has never so much as even expressed that he knows her name until now. Previously unsympathetic teachers look at her with pity and decide to raise her grade as she tugs at their heartstrings.

It isn’t until she uses her newfound gift to make her parents fall in love with one another again that she realises she’s different. She’s special. The world was her dolls house and she was free to dictate the emotions of the pretty plastic people inside. Everyone could be happy. Everyone would love her.

Everyone, and everything, would fall apart.

Like a love spell from a fairytale, her unpracticed manipulations soon wear thin and revert to that which was once before. A sugar-sweet kiss turns rotten, confusion sweeping across her lover’s face as he attempts to figure out why her tongue was just in his mouth. Teachers frown when they re-read her essays, blaming her for somehow altering her grade. Her parents wake up and begin yelling all over again, echoes of her childhood biting at her heels like jaw-snapping hounds.

Left staring at the ruins of her life, Anastasia runs. She vows not to use her powers again, terrified of herself and a lack of control over them. A period of homelessness and a string of low-paid jobs are what leads her to wind up at Cornerstore Convenience, searching for a shift or two that she can pick up to try and make rent at her new entirely unloveable basement apartment. Turned away by the cashier, in desperation she uses her curse ( no longer a gift, no longer anything but trouble ) to persuade them to reconsider.

Her first shift, as it happens, is less of a trial-run and more of an assessment. A wide-eyed teenager whose world has already been turned upside down, she watches the universe rearrange itself once more. Truth unravels as she’s introduced to Derek, and then to Angela, and then – once words like mutants and power and family swim through her skull – to Damien.

Six years later and her gift turned curse turned ability is no longer the chemical taste of terror in the back of her mouth. Anastasia has regained her confidence in using her emotional manipulation, allowing it to curl around her mind like a feline whose affection is hard won but worthwhile. Still striving to be picture perfect, something dark lurks behind her practiced honeyed smiles and there’s a hint of danger to the way her fingertips dance over the cheekbones of anyone who dares to get too close.

EXPANDED CONNECTIONS:

CHANCE MATTHEWS: Ever a perfectionist, Anastasia had seen Chance as her Prince Charming. She’d played the game of love with devotion and care, being there for him when he needed advice, offering solace and warmth and affection. They had been happy, she thought. Had she not been pretty enough? Sweet enough? Pure enough? His increasing distance stings like a slap, leaving her to sulk bitterly in his wake.

SHAE KNOX: Of all the people to lurk amongst the shadows of The House, Anastasia never would have expected to find herself staring into the familiar brown eyes of an old friend. Squeals of joy while running barefoot across the lawn; sleepovers spent eating too much chocolate; teary goodbyes when Anastasia’s dad sold her childhood home. Surrounded by strangers, Shae was a beacon in the dark. A lighthouse of protection. They continue to be a comfort, even now, especially now, standing tall through the various storms that continue to howl through Anastasia’s life. She owes them a lot and will stand with them through thick and thin.

ISAAC CASTILLA: Boys like him are dangerous enough without abilities. A sky-high ego and a switchblade smirk, he’s the mirror-image of the troublemakers at school who would kiss and tell, smudging the lipgloss of girls whose hearts hadn’t known better. Anastasia’s not above tricking a teenager into feeding her information – she’ll play dirty with a mouth full of sweet lies in the hope she can prove to Damien – and, in extension, his son – just how much of an asset she is.

EXTRA:

I’d make a playlist but it would just be the entirety of Marina and the Diamonds’ Electra Heart album

I sort of see her as a mixture of Lavender Brown from Harry Potter, Elaine from The Love Witch,  and Tinker Bell from Peter Pan

Couldn’t resist a pinterest board

ANYTHING ELSE: FC change to Fivel Stewart or Natasha Liu Bordizzo if possible! ( no preference )

[d2kvirus]

Dickheads of the Month: February 2021

As it seems that there are people who say or do things that are remarkably dickheaded yet somehow people try to make excuses for them or pretend it never happened, here is a collection of some of the dickheaded actions we saw in the month of February 2021 to make sure that they are never forgotten.

Let it not be said that Republican senators know what is best for their country.  And what is best for their country?  Putting their party ahead of the country, because it’s far more important to show the country that Republicans stick with one of their own even when “one of their own” isn’t one of their own but stood on a Republican ticket, even though they just so happened to incite a riot at the Capitol having lost on said Republican ticket

The High Court ruled that Matt Hancock acted unlawfully when doling out contract after contract to his mates no matter how unqualified they are, and not only did he not resign, but we had the BBC burying the story with as little a mention as they could get away with when it broke while Keir Starmer said he did not believe the public wanted to see Hancock resign.  Gee, I wonder why the UK is so fucked up?

...and then Matt Hancock went one further by saying that the British public should be thanking him, because apparently we should be grateful for 130,000 dead, his mates making off like bandits on lucrative contracts, multiple spikes in death rates due to gross incompetence by him and his bosses, and him gaslighting the public by saying there was never a PPE shortage while telling the public they should be thanking the greedy, useless, sociopathic cunt

It appears that Dido Harding is the only person on earth who is unaware that viruses mutate.  That sound you just heard was the collective screaming of every biologist, virologist and epidemiologist on earth screaming in unison at the combination of her making such a profoundly moronic statement as if it was an adequate defence, and the fact she was not only given £10bn to be in charge of Serco’s test & trace but is spending £1000 a day on consultants fees in spite having less knowledge of how viruses work than a peanut

Remember how Keir Starmer said he’d unite the Labour party?  I have to ask, as it appears that Starmer has forgotten about that considering all three candidates for the Liverpool mayoral election were dropped from the ballot without any reasoning given short of some vague and meaningless wording of a vague and meaningless statement, something which Starmer has been issuing a lot of lately

Smirking bully Priti Patel seems to have finally cottoned onto the fact her role is to allow boneheads to point to the one non-white person who agrees with them and claim that means everyone agrees with their boneheaded views, which she demonstrated by making some patently absurd comments about the Blame Lives Matter movement while moaning about footballers taking the knee before every match - which no doubt had at least sixteen people named Gary tweeting in support of her within the hour

The fact that several LAPD officers decided that the discussion about both police brutality and endemic racism in policing wouldn’t get in the way of their being a bunch of edgelords and send valentine’s cards mocking the murder of George Floyd in the most twattish way imaginable sums up exactly why the “orL lYfeS mAttUH” knobheads are so far wide of the mark that they don’t even know what the fucking mark is

So the defence which Anne Sacoolas gave in the inquest into the death of Harry Dunn was that she worked for US intelligence, which somehow justifies driving over the speed limit on the wrong side of the road, before legging it out of the country at the earliest opportunity - with the full support of the UK government to make sure she got out of the country

Similarly, apparently it did not occur to Gina Carano that tweeting out all manner of batshittery, culminating with her saying that being a Republican in 2021 America is like being a Jew in Nazi Germany, is the sort of thing that has repercussions for your career.  Such as getting fired from your high profile acting gig while also having your agency drop you like an ice cold turd

Something which escaped the Tory government during their joyous pronouncement that the R number for Covid has dropped below 1 for the first time since July 2020: in doing so, they not only revealed that they pushed ahead with numerous plans, such as getting children back into school, removing employment protections for people who didn’t feel safe trudging into the office, and bribing people into restaurants with a £10 voucher when they were fully aware that the R number was above 1 - which, of course, was also missed by the supposed journalists at the BBC when joyously pronouncing the R number was below 1 for the first time since July 2020

It’s reasonably clear that Ted Cruz isn’t a champion of self-awareness, what with his response to Texas being hit with heavy snowfall and widespread power outages at the exact same time by legging it to Cancun (during a pandemic...) without realising how that made him look and sound remarkably like Mayor Quimby from The Simpsons - and he abandoned his poodle at home to do so

...and sticking with Texas, the image of Fred Meyer posting armed guards outside of their stores to prevent people from taking the produce that the store had dumped outside was one for the Capitalism family photo album

...just as Texas’ power outages led to Tucker Carson trying to blame wind turbines for the outages in spite of the fact wind turbines provide less than 15% of Texas’ power, meaning that Carlson found an entirely new way to blame minorities for problems

While it was incredible to see the ERG doing something that could be classified as research for the first time since their formation in 1992, their “research” involved them demanding that Westminster scrap Article 16 of the Northern Ireland Protocol - the same Article 16 of the Northern Ireland Protocol which every single member of the ERG voted for last year

Professional victim Rachel Riley came under such a vile and sustained attack when she gleefully claimed that Aaron Bastani has finally been booted out of Labour - a claim that would have a crumb of credibility if it wasn't for the fact that Bastani willingly cancelled his Labour membership a year or so ago 

How nice of Oliver Dowden to put forward the idea of all British universities installing a Free Speech Champion, whose role is to shout down criticism of Britain’s less than savoury past because statues of slave traders need to stay up because statues have more rights than people these days

It was remarkable how Andrew Neil managed to spell out exactly how the media have aided and abetted the right‘s bastardisation of the word “woke” into an insult of its original meaning - and somehow failed to notice that is exactly what he was doing as he was tweeting it

The journalistic integrity of Sarah Smith took an absolute battering when she claimed in a report on the story of Nicola Sturgeon and ministerial code - a story which the BBC are giving so much more coverage to compared to the seconds they gave to Matt Hancock being found to have acted unlawfully, by the way -  when she stated that Alec Salmond asked for Sturgeon’s resignation.  Except that simply is not true, as Salmond never asked for that, which makes it look uncannily like the BBC have the knives out for Sturgeon because Scottish lady made BoJo look bad

Man of the British people Richard Littlejohn chimed in from his gated community in Florida claiming that a statue of Captain Tom Moore that currently does not exist would soon be pulled down by BLM protesters that he has made up, which definitely doesn’t read like sixteen different kinds of bollocks to preach to the pig ignorant converted among the Daily Mail’s readership who lack the common sense to ask questions such as “Hang on, are you comparing Captain Tom to a slave trader?”

There was little surprise that The Sun responded to Harry & Megan announcing their pregnancy by trying to say that they’re hiPpPKritZ for wanting privacy yet telling the world that they’re expecting a child, almost as if they cannot understand that the couple being bullied out of the country by both press intrusion and a particularly nasty whispering campaign led by The Sun among others is what they meant when they said they wanted privacy - which seems to be the case given how many articles thundering the same line were vomited forth in the days immediately afterwards

Convicted criminal Darren Grimes didn’t seem to notice how sinister his statement (if a passive aggressive shittweet counts as a statement, which in Grimes’ world it certainly does) about BAME voters being able to vote in “our elections” actually sounded, did he?

Amidst the accolades Andrew Butler and James Wilson have been getting for their short film Keratin, there was one dissenting voice: artist Adam Ellis, who wrote the short comic Super Chill, which Butler and Wilson plagiarised and only informed Ellis when the film was already doing the festival circuit where they asked him to promote a work that ripped off his book in spite neither asking permission nor informing him beforehand, nor did they give Ellis a single credit

There was absolutely nothing normal about how Eddie Marsan lead a particularly vicious pile-on which Ian Austin and Steven Pollard were among those who joined in, all because somebody said that It’s A Sin was let down by Tracy Ann Oberman being in the cast, which naturally must mean this one person is an antisemite who must have dozens of people dogpile onto them in a short space of time while also revealing just how insane Gnasher’s pack have gotten if they now consider a person being a Liverpool fan as one of their red flags for rampant antisemitism

Apparently nobody had the conversation with TJ Ducklo that consists of saying that threatening to “destroy” journalists is not a good look, judging by TJ Ducklo threatening to destroy Politico reporter Tara Palmeri

Waffling gargoyle Nigel Farage demanded that the EU Human Rights Act be scrapped.  Luckily for Nige, there is no longer an EU Human Rights Act so he can claim “victory” - although the fact there wasn’t an EU Human Rights Act during the video he posted demanding it be scrapped, or at any point in history before he posted the video demanding it be scrapped, he’s either lacking in any form of knowledge about the EU whatsoever or is banking on clueless boneheads who have no knowledge of the EU so believe that Acts which don’t exist should be scrapped because waffling gargoyle Nigel Farage said so

Has it occurred to Piers Corbyn that doing things such as comparing lockdown to Auschwitz, and distributing leaflets saying exactly that, is monumentally knobheaded?  Hang on, let me check...no, he hasn’t realised that doing so is monumentally knobheaded, what with him doing precisely that

Something possessed Lauren Boebert to sit in on a Zoom meeting with three assault rifles and a GLOCK precariously balanced on the shelves behind her, somehow failing to notice that not only did it look completely deranged - especially if a spot of light dusting could lead to her unintentionally shooting the neighbours on both sides of her house - but the assault rifle on the bookshelf aesthetic has already been done by Osama bin-Laden

The oppressed underclass that are Manchester United fans once again responded to their team dropping points by racially abusing one of their own players on social media, with Axel Tuanzebe once again bearing the brunt of it after their 3-3 draw with Everton

Good to see that Gab are on the grift again with their free speech device, a device which guaranteed free speech by blocking cable channels that people who still use Gab (or rushed back there after Parler got iced) don’t agree with, because nothing says “free speech” like blocking differing viewpoints

There comes a point where you hope Julia Halfwit Hartley Brewer puts her foot down and tells her paymasters she’s had enough of making moronic statements posed as a question for people dumb enough to agree with the moronic statement, but clearly it wasn’t when she was told that her response to the Perseverance rover landing on Mars should be asking why we can send a probe to Mars yet not visit our neighbours, which is moronic even by the usual bilge she's told to throw out into the world by her paymasters

Hearing PS5 scalpers whine and complain that they are disrespected, and using some patently absurd arguments to defend themselves such as saying they’re simply supermarkets - as if they haven’t emptied said supermarkets of their stocks of PS5s before they even made it to shelves - really sums up how human garbage may have gained sentience, but it hasn’t gained self-awareness

Did it really not occur to DJ Tiiny that his telling record producers that their artists would get on his radio show as long as they bunged him £200 might come out at some point?  Because guess what?  It came out that DJ Tiiny was telling record producers that he could guarantee airtime for their artists if they bunged him £200

Occasional wrestler Austin Aries reminded us why the “occasional” part is relevant, as he decided to do a signing without masks where he signed tinfoil hats for the Covid Truthers who came to reward him for finding a career where he doesn’t have a track record of burning bridges with the entire industry 

And finally, screaming and screaming until he is sick, is Donald Trump throwing a tantrum and quitting the Screen Actors Guild approximately ten minutes before he was expelled for that whole encouraging-white-terrorism-to-storm-the-Capitol thing back in January

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— Rejoice, little lambs! We have recovered our own Byun Baekhyun, spotted prancing about in the Southwest Side. I don’t remember seeing him with any clique back in high school, but I’m not here to spill yesterday’s tea. So straight to the rundown: can you say independent and reserved? Apparently now he spends time as an actor at Albee Theater, and keeps skeletons buried at Prague Tower, 202. But those won’t stay hidden for long, if you and I have any say on it. Welcome back, Teacher’s Pet; we missed you so.

In case you don’t remember the devil’s name, here’s to refresh your memory:

Back in high school, Baekhyun was a very shy boy. He used to hide his face every time he passed down the corridor full of beautiful people, he used to cry alone in corners whenever he felt like life was too much and he used to be invisible. Nobody really cared about him, even if he was the perfect subject to bully and tease, people would often ignore him and go on with their lives. Until the age of sixteen, he has been in an on and off depressive state and considered ending his life more than once, yet never had the courage to do so. One day, he got courageous enough to sign his name on the list for acting lessons. For the first couple of months, he had an old woman teaching them acting techniques and mostly helping them break their stage fever and remember lines. Baekhyun loved it there, he loved the atmosphere, he loved the people and he loved the stage (more than he expected to). The old woman however got very sick and could no longer teach them, so as custom asks, she was replaced by a younger male with some years of acting experience behind him. He was a marvellous man, tall and handsome, every girl’s dream. And girls did not really hide their love for the new teacher, they would often offer him compliments and make sure they are spotted. For Baekhyun, however, it was something else. Call it foolish, call it what you want, but for him it was love at first sight. He had never loved before, even if he was well aware of his sexual preferences, he never had something as strong going on. It made him fail at acting, it made him fear the stage and swoon like a lunatic every time the teacher was too close to him. And it did not take long for the male to acknowledge Baekhyun’s weird behaviour. One afternoon, after the acting class was over, Baekhyun was asked to stay behind so that the teacher can have a closer talk to him. The ‘talk’ got closer than Baekhyun expected and with just sixteen he has lost his virginity in the backstage of the school’s theatre. He did not find it weird, nor embarrassing, nor abusive: for him it was love. It only took one week for the rumours to spread and the once shy and innocent invisible boy became the ‘teacher’s pet’ in every sense of the words. Gossip Girl did not go easy on him, she humiliated him and made sure to ring the huge bell loud enough for everyone to hear it from miles away. That embarrassment hit Baekhyun and the mean words that were said about him, made him fall back into his depressive state. But his teacher was there, by his side (at least that is how he felt it) and gave him the affection he never had.

Nevermind the memory lane though, the present is always the ripest fruit:

Baekhyun is a prestigious actor, who gets big roles in important and popular plays and is applauded for each one of them. Even if he is still young, people do not doubt his talent and professionalism. However, bad mouths are around each corner and not only once has Baekhyun had his old reputation popping up in newspapers or on the internet. It seems that most of his haters think that he has slept his way to fame, inventing stories on how he slept with his manager or director to get the role he has desired. Not only that, many bash his acting skills and comment that “acting is not done while having sex” to bite Baekhyun’s pride off and bring up an old topic popular when he was in high school. The past is the past, yes, but Baekhyun’s hurtful relationship managed to leave behind some scars and make him bitter. The only way he managed to ignore hurtful comments, was by presenting a strong self-confidence (that he often does not have) and sometimes coldness. However, the comments would hurt less if they were untrue, but most of them (for Baekhyun’s shame) are true. He did sleep with prestigious people, with actors, who have more experience than he has, in order to get advice and new acting skills, but only because it was the only way requested by them. Baekhyun hardly enjoys sex, but he acts perfectly satisfied even if his heart is as cold as ice. Even if it has to be this way, none of his new ‘partners’ treat him as miserably as his old teacher. He is treated with respect and is often sympathised by the people he sleeps with, therefore he gets patronage and often expensive gifts. So his wealth is often supported by the luxurious people he ends up in bed with, but his career is never affected by his affairs.  

But we are nothing if not open books – my job is to ensure you get to the best pages:

Baekhyun was born and raised in a modest family, with no knowledge of who his father was and why he chose to abandon him and his mother. The lovely lady, who used to cut his sandwiches in funny shapes, was everything Baekhyun knew and loved. But there were also his mother’s grandparents that meant a great deal to Baekhyun too. His childhood was a happy one, he spent most of his time playing outside, running and bruising his knees, smiling from ear to ear whenever he would do something stupid in order to be forgiven. And his mother always forgave him, because she had a warm heart and a soft spot for her only son. In primary school, Baekhyun made tons of friends. He used to invite them over and celebrate his birthdays with them or just have pyjama parties now and then. Baekhyun felt like belonged next to people and he enjoyed having so many friends and being a social butterfly. With his mother by his side and his numerous friends, he had it all.

Baekhyun did not really know what life has written for him and he sure did not expect him to be out of ordinary. But as fate has it, it happened for him to be special. At the age of ten, he first discovered that he has no interest in girls. After years of watching girls dance around him, shake their bodies graciously and try to get a ‘boyfriend’ (so hold hands with him or kiss him), he discovered why he was not interested while all his friends were all over the place to get one kiss. Baekhyun met his new neighbour at the age of ten, and how he came that is how he went too. The neighbour did not stay for long, but it was long enough for Baekhyun to realise that he has a crush on him. And the neighbour, had a crush on Baekhyun too. They shared a close friendship for the time the neighbour was there, they shared secrets and held hands, even press some pecks on each other faces once in a while. Baekhyun was very sad when the boy left and his mother eventually found out the reason of his sadness. She accepted Baekhyun the way he was and told him: “Never hide who you really are. You are beautiful, just like that”. And her words stuck with him.

At the age of twelve, a great event shook Baekhyun to the ground. His mother, the lovely woman who he has loved his entire life, was diagnosed with an incurable disease: cancer. The once smiling lady, who used to goofy around to make her son smile, lost her shine. Of course, she was always a sun to Baekhyun, but daily she got paler, sicker and sadder. She tried hard to pull a smile in front of her son, but soon even the daily tasks were too much for her and Baekhyun had to help out with everything. And he did so, because he loved his mother. However, it pained Baekhyun every day to see his mother struggle and fight and fall into sadness as an inevitable result. Baekhyun was her only reason to smile and she tried to keep her smile for him only. When his mother was moved in the hospital, Baekhyun was forced to live with his grandparents, but he visited his mother every day. At the age of fifteen, his mother has passed away. This event left an open wound and made Baekhyun vulnerable to anything. He fell into a deep depression, he mourned his mother daily and felt like his life will never be the same again. His high school days have started awfully, he hated everything and did not find joy in being there, now that his mother was no longer around.

At the age of sixteen, his pain was finally to be ended or at least distracted. His first love made sure to make him feel things he never felt before, to make him happy and fulfilled. But as no real-life love story has a happy ending, his love life ended abruptly and hurt him more than ever. Baekhyun was ashamed to face his grandparents after what happened (even if they had no knowledge of what happened and even if they did, they kept their mouths shut). He spend most of his university time at the dorms and only visited his grandparents again at the age of twenty, only to be hugged and kissed and congratulated for his great results. His grandparents were very proud of him and Baekhyun found once more the happiness he has lost.

Starting with the age of twenty, his success started to build up like a snowman. He got small roles at first that were to be performed in big theatres. Soon, his talent was rewarded with his first big role: Benedick from Shakespeare’s comedy Much Ado About Nothing. He was so loved for his performance that it convinced his teacher that he deserves to continue his acting career. He graduated university with the highest grade and was immediately sent to stage to act in classic plays, modern plays and even some small parts in musicals. His success emerged and soon the television asked him to act in short commercials or short parts on TV. Despite the hate that he frequently receives he still emerges, he still grows and is applauded for every performance.

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General Election 2017 - Man Like Corbz done good!

I am certain when the Exit Poll dropped on Thursday night shortly after polling stations closed there was a collective amount of jaw dropping across the nation and I can imagine several near heart attacks across CCHQ! I know Labour HQ were quietly jubilant but wanted to wait to see how the night transpired. No one saw this coming…. It was seriously a “where were you when you heard..” moment!! I stared at my TV screen thinking “Please, please, please let this Exit Poll be correct!” Why? Because it predicted a Hung Parliament and showed a brilliant Labour surge in the vote against all the odds. Many political commentators were urging caution whilst some remained steadfast in their belief that May would win the majority she needed to carry forth her mandate into the Brexit negotiations. I could feel something brewing in the air. Big crowds would turn out to see Corbyn at events across the country. He even packed out a football stadium with the crowd shouting: “Oooooh Jeremy Corbyn!” People wherever I went were talking about Corbyn and Labour’s Manifesto. On Thursday afternoon I was walking out of Wembley Park Tube Station and a group of School girls ran up to me and stopped me. They said “please vote Labour!” I answered “already done!” They cheered “Team Jezza! Bun the Tories!” and we all high-fived! That really warmed my heart! Young people engaged in politics and realising how politics impacts on every single facet of their life. I honestly felt like their proud Aunty! Anyway I digress….back to election night…. I could not sleep…optimism in my heart had me glued to my TV screen for the entire night. Was this really happening??? The results started to roll in and it was becoming clearly evident that the Exit Poll was indeed correct! Yes, I punched the air a few times as Labour Gains across the country materialised including Scotland where we took seats from the SNP. Canterbury went red after being Conservative since 1918! The Tory MP Jane Ellison was ousted in Battersea by Labour’s Marsha de Cordova! It was a stunning 10% swing from the Tories to Labour. The Tories dreadful manifesto author Ben Gummer gone! Nick Clegg gone! Amber Rudd was onto her 5th recount and almost had people rummaging through the bins for votes when it became clear that this was shaping up to be an extraordinary night for Corbyn and Labour! Long standing Labour activist Eleanor Smith made history by becoming the West Midlands’ first African Caribbean MP in a seat that used to be held by the racist Tory MP Enoch Powell! He of “Rivers of Blood” infamy. Kensington and Chelsea where the average house prices are 1.4 million now has the red flag flying high! The same constituency where Dacre’s Daily Mail HQ aka The Daily Heil sits in now has a Labour MP! Oh the irony…. Labour’s success saw it almost completely wipe out the Tories in London and more than double majorities in seats that were previously considered marginal. Remember that Theresa Mayhem had promised again and again that if she lost six seats, Jeremy Corbyn would be walking into number 10! On election night the U-turn Queen lost more than that yet is still desperately clinging on to power! Blaming everyone but herself for taking a reckless and arrogant gamble in calling a General Election that no one wanted. She has also lost the mandate for a hard Brexit and solidified just how weak and unstable a leader she actually is. British politics has suffered a Youthquake! Corbyn offered a real vision and hope to a younger generation who had often felt marginalised by politics. He connected with their aspirations and they mobilised and came out in force! Big up the #Grime4Corbyn campaign and all the Grime artists and rappers who helped inspire young people to go out and vote. This is just the start! Let’s build on what we have achieved! I am so proud to see the young voices rise up and just want to send heartfelt thanks to all the young people up and down the land who came out to vote. I am an actor and a movie geek so here is what I think: Corbyn in many ways epitomises Obi-Wan���s classic line in Star Wars - A New Hope: “If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine.” I’m serious. Why do I make this correlation? Well Corbyn has survived strike after strike! He has survived constant attacks and challenges from within the Labour Party as well as vicious, poisonous and relentless assaults from the Tories and their right wing media cheerleaders and he has always comes back stronger than before and with a bigger mandate than before to boot! It is clear in this election that the more people saw of Corbyn the more they liked what they saw. Calm, compassionate, dignified, principled and always on the right side of history. Also the Labour Manifesto with the vision “For the Many Not The Few” successfully resonated with so many across the country. Hope, a feeling last seen in British politics in 1997 is on the rise again. In contrast Maybot decided to base her election campaign around herself under the “Strong and Stable” robotic mantra. She ducked away from the TV debates like a coward, tried as much as she could to avoid the public and trotted out soundbite after soundbite to the point that she sounded like a Dalek. It was either “Strong and Stable” or “Nothing has changed.” Repeat!! She relied on the tabloid press to sing her praises and was in desperate need of reboot but it never happened. The more the public saw of Maybot the more they did not like what they saw and the more they realised how distant, insincere and indecisive she was. The Conservative Manifesto was a disaster and the U turns kept coming soon after. It was clear you could not trust a word uttered. So here we are. People will say “but the Tories won! They got the most seats.” The reality is Mayhem was humiliated! She called this election with a 24 point lead over Labour and was so arrogantly complacent that Tories would win a landslide and Labour would be demolished at the ballot box. Mayhem did not get the majority she needed so she went with her begging bowl to the hard-right, racist, sexist, homophobic, terrorist linked and thoroughly unpleasant DUP to ask them to prop up her tory government. This in itself reeks of desperation and is doomed to fail. It also highlights her blatant hypocrisy. Jeremy Corbyn is a ‘terrorist sympathiser’ we’ve heard the right wing tabloids and their sheep shriek. So what now do you call Theresa Mayhem getting into bed with the DUP??? This is a regressive alliance with potentially far reaching implications for Northern Ireland and progressive politics in general. Instead of clinging on for dear life it would be far better if she resigned with what little dignity she has left. I have my popcorn out watching this mess unfold! Recriminations, resignations and Tory civil war no doubt! No matter which way you look at it this is the beginning of the end for Mayhem. She is toast! Anyway I am very encouraged by Labour’s election result. My support for Corbyn has never wavered and for the first time in ages I feel optimistic about what politics can achieve. First phase for Labour was winning UKIP votes back, attacking Tory seats/votes and galvanising young people which has worked brilliantly for us as we out performed expectations at this Election. The next phase now is securing a Labour victory at the next General Election which may well be sooner than you think….. Time for unity within Labour, this is our time. We must continue to organise and be a strong opposition! We must be the powerful voice for the many that this country so desperately needs. @gloss80

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Hello :) could you do RFA (including V and Saeran) teaching MC Korean :)

Hey Anon (^v^) This ask is so unique are you by any chance Korean? Just curious! No matter where you’re from, we love you and thank you for your support! I may have gotten too carried away in my content but still, hope you’ll like it! Love, Mod Yoo.
ScenarioFem!MC could be someone of other nationality or a Korean “dong-po” (diaspora in English) born and bred in a foreign land (where English is their main language) outside of Korea where she grew up as an orphan. Under special yet personal circumstances, she returned to Korea wanting to start anew in her home country. Unfortunately, she doesn’t know where to start: clueless to her native language, doesn’t have any acquaintances. A member of a cult (from which its leader’s intent is to cripple the entire RFA) led MC to a seemingly deceased RFA leader’s secret apartment. MC was told that the accommodation will remain free-of-charge as long as the unit’s upkeep is maintained.


***Start imagining that each of the MM character is the only one fluent in both the English Language and Korean Language, in their respective canons. Each one of them will get MC to attempt at translating (note: she could always use internet, but we all know how accurate they turn out.) a sentence after they mastered the basics (some of them get surprised by MC instead). Assuming that V tasks the character-in-canon (excluding unknown) to manage the invites with MC, and the other RFA members will be helping her to pull through her 1st party.***

(p/s I’m no Korean language expert, please don’t penalise me and instead enlighten me if I made any mistakes. ^^;”)

Yoo-sung Kim- Is the sender of the first message after MC gets into the private Messenger.- “저 시험을 봤지만… 그건 꾹 떨어질 것 같네요.” I took a test but I think I’ll fail it for sure!- Confused MC is confused to no end, like what are those oddly formed symbols?- When Yoosung notices that she legit couldn’t understand anything, he starts to type in English topuniversitystudent, - She’s beyond delighted. Needless to say, both of them quickly grew closer as he became her Korean teacher and to help her with the guests e-mails.- They usually meet up at Yoosung’s campus library, or once in awhile cafes to study together.- Is not the most patient, but instantly rationalises that it’s harder on her part.- Stocks up so many kinds of Korean candies and snacks which almost instantly become her own favourite.- Does really well at keeping her interest piqued on learning the language.- “우리가 처음 만났을 때, 난 당신이 정말 친절하고 예쁘다고 생각해서 당신에게 빡졌어요. 너랑 나랑 사귈줄래?”

Zen/Hyun-ryu- He completed English Language courses to fit in to Western productions.- When MC appeared in the chatroom, Zen had been the nicest person.- Jumin offered to take on the responsibility of the party guests emails instead of Zen, with concerns for Zen’s handling of difficult guests which he gladly agrees. - The whole situation is intimidating so she took the courage to call Zen, hoping he’d not be too busy with work to take her call.- “어? 아가씨는요? 무슨 일이 있었어요…?” Oh? Miss MC? Is anything wrong…? He sounds just like the way he is in the chats.- His talentedmusicalactor voice envelopes her letsnotforgetjaeheetoo with warmth after all the commotion.- However, she didn’t understand a word he said and tries really hard to communicate failsmiserably. Zen chuckles heartily in his own amusement, and finds her extremely adorable.- Astonished MC is astonished when Zen starts blurting out fluent English . What a r-e-l-i-e-f.- Starts exchanging phone conversations and SMSes more frequently, especially when he manages to catch a break time off work.- Takes every opportunity to teach MC some Korean, be it by typed/voice messages or calls.- Is very busy but kind and sincere, hardly gets mad at her when she repeats the same questions. He just plays it off with his own cute act.- Finally found time to meet her over a meal for the first time.- Walks her back to the nearest spot where she has to continue to the apartment on her own.- Hands her a small hand-written note just before he had to leave for work. - “It’s short but I can’t wait till she translates it.” He murmurs to himself.- “난 너를 너무 너무 많이 좋아해 졌어. 넌 나의 아가씨가 해 줄래?”

Jae-hee Kang- Wanted MC be sent to the police thiswomanhasgotnochills.- Relents on grounds of RFA leader’s instructions.- “MC씨, RFA에 환영합니다.” Welcome to the RFA, MC.Her tone still unpleasant.- Realises her misconception about MC because she understands zero Korean. - Why would someone infiltrate RFA with harmful intentions knowing she’s at such a disadvantage?- Sends her apology in fluent English, becomes Baehee in a millisecond.- Honestly informs MC that she needs to start learning the language in order to properly take on the role of being the RFA’s party organiser.- Would love to personally tutor MC but woman has got so much work she’s got no time to, plus now there’s an additional task of replying to party guests.- Goes to the bookstore and buys all the best materials for MC to aid her learning. Tells MC that she has to give self-learning a go. To take note of all the questions and e-mail them to her at her official e-mail, where she’ll be 300% responsive.- Before Jaehee can test MC’s level of understanding for Korean language, MC sent her a text message that reads:- “난 당신을 신경 써. 난 당신의 친구 이상으로 해도 돼요?”

Ju-min Han- Something about this man draws MC’s attention and a natural instinct to understand and protect him. To her, there’s just something hidden under his tone of voice. Stern, but never menacing. - She’s right, but she doesn’t get a word he says, “전 MC의 능력 보기로 기대하걨습니다.” I’ll look forward to seeing MC’s abilities.- How’s she going to fit in at all? His gut feeling that she’s innocent.- Wouldn’t let her know that he’s very fluent in English, in fear that she’ll discover the tangled world in his mind that’s devoid of emotions. At least in his own opinion.- Gets Jaehee to hire a private tutor and ensures MC travels safely to and fro Rika’s secret apartment and his penthouse. He picks and buys all her new stationaries too.- When she starts learning at his place, he stays back in the office working.- On the rare occasions when he’s home while she’s there, he’d observe her from afar: her cute gestures, smile, the way she interacts with Elizabeth the 3rd, how she looks so adorable when she’s trying so hard to focus etc. - Doesn’t realise that she could sense his presence. It took him awhile to accept the fact that he’s fallen head over heels for her.- Months have passed when he received a message from MC through a private chat.- “주민씨. 나도 사랑해요, 제발 날 피하지 마세요.”

707/Seven/Luciel/Sae-young Choi- He’d have known when he hacks checks through the national registry for her file.- “당신의 은행 계좌는 이미 도용했습니다.” was his first sentence said to her in a call.- “Huh? What? Doesn’t erm catch erm immi…do…da?” she stutters in confusion.- Bursts into laughter.- Translates the sentence to her *coughs* 17 languages *coughs* englishshouldbeoneofthem. Assures her that it’s a joke and her bank account is safe.- Teases MC to no end. Making her more than determined to learn the language,- Doesn’t have the luxury of time to properly teach her anything, nor can he reveal his identity to her.- Hacks into one of the best schools and registers her as a student with courses all paid off. thisissobadasswhatcanisayitsagent707.- “If MC is able interpret a Korean paragraph for me over the CCTV, the Defender of Justice will reward her!” He casually promises.- Watches over her on the way to class, in class, coming back to the apartment, even when she studies at home.- He knew deep down his heart that there’s a high possibility that MC will be able to pass his challenge. He just couldn’t anticipate her reply.- “당신은 날 좀더 조심해야 돼. 난 위험한 사람이야. 난 당신과 같은 천사를 자격이 없어. 근 당신이 이미 알고 있었을 거라 확신해요. 그래서 어떤 선물을 원해?” Breathes and wait.- “알고있어. 근데 아직도 당신을 원해. 당신의 모든 것을 사랑해. 당신이 아시 죠?”

V/Ji-hyun Kim- Goes through the file on MC that Saeyoung sent to him. Becomes aware that MC is illiterate in Korean language.- Foresees that MC won’t be able to master the language in time to carry out email duties for the party.- Sympathises with her situation but getting her out of it now is going to put everyone’s life at risk.- Positions himself to protect both Mint Eye and the RFA so that he can ensure no one gets into harm’s way.- Helps MC learn the language so she could at least mingle with the members.- Asks Saeyoung for help to send some e-books to MC’s e-mail.- Calls the apartment’s private phone daily at a fixed timing and guides MC through the difficulties she encounters with the language patiently.- MC does as he says without any complaints, nor does she question him. She’d fallen for him from their first conversation, but kept it a secret to avoid burdening him.- It’s the first in such a long time he experienced genial trust and warmth, doesn’t take him long to know that he cares deeply for MC.- Completes the replying to all the party guests and logs into the messenger (when every one is asleep) as he intends to type long farewell messages to the members that he cared so much for. Not wanting to face their responses.- Personal messages to MC (who unbeknownst to him had been wide awake the entire time), reads:- “당신과 나는 끼리에, 항상 널 선택하겠다. 당신은 내 결정을 이해할 필요가 없지만, 제발 당신은 내 마음 안에 영원히 있을 겠다는 것을 믿으세요.”

Unknown/Saeran Choi- Would’ve also known that MC couldn’t understand Korean language when the cult leader instructed him to dig up her files.- Wanted to be the one to lead her to the apartment. Unfortunately, onlyinmyscenarioplease the leader sent someone else off to it.- Angered, he snuck out of the building to head to her apartment.- “Oh hello! Were you acquainted to its previous owner?” she chirps at the door.- Slightly taken aback, he muttered “Yes, a friend.” without a doubt, she lets him in.- How can someone be so trusting? She behaves nothing like anyone he knew.- Takes a bite of her freshly baked waffle, is delighted when she added a scoop of his favourite food: ice cream.- “Umm… Do you understand Korean? If you do, can you teach me some? I just joined this group that wants me to help them invite party guests but I can’t do Korean and they’re all too busy to teach me…” MC sparks another conversation.- Stays silent for a good 10 minutes before speaking in doubts “Will you make me this *points at empty plate* every time if I come and teach you?- “Of course! Thank you so much! We can start tomorrow!” MC skips around joyfully as he observes her in awe.- That’s when he decides that she would be his and solely his and remain where she’s safest (away from Mint Eye for now at least). - He’ll find a way to escape the cult and remove his trails just to stay with her and keep her within his own sight.- “Meanwhile, go on the Internet and read about Hangul. Try to decipher this short sentence if you can.” remindmehow707challengedmc Hands her a note before he leaves.- “날 기다려 줘, 내 천사.”

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What each character/MC said at the end

Yoo-sung Kim “I thought you’re kind, friendly and pretty when we first met. I’ve fallen for you since then. Can we date?”

Zen/Hyun-ryu “I’ve come to like you too too much. Would you be my lady?”

Jae-hee Kang (by MC) “I care for you a lot. Can I be more than just your friend?”

Ju-min Han (by MC) “Jumin, I love you too. Please don’t avoid me anymore.”

707/Seven/Luciel/Sae-young Choi “You should be more careful of me, I’m a dangerous person. I don’t deserve an angel like you. I guess you already know. So, what kind of present do you want? (MC replied) “I know. But it’s still you that I want. I love all of you, do you know?”

V/Ji-hyun Kim “Given a choice between you and I, I will always choose you. You don’t have to understand all my decisions, but please trust that you’re always in my heart - forever.”

Unknown/Saeran Choi “Wait for me. My angel.”

[thekryptonianandthecitygirl]

The plan, as it often was in those situations, was supposed to be simple: keep it a secret as long as possible.

They knew it would come out eventually, of course: after all, they did work in a room full of professionnal reporters. And it wasn't that any of them was ashamed of it or anything, really, but they simply didn't particularly want their relationship to be public knowledge, keeping it their own (other) personal secret for a little while longer.

There was already so much that was completely out of their control – having this, no matter for how short a time, only to themselves, was also a way to maintain some kind of hold on that Super ride that had become their life.

Plus, there was also the fact that a month ago, Perry, Lombard, Jenny and a dozen other people saw Lois kiss Superman, and that it would look pretty odd if she immediately started dating Clark Kent (who hey! isn't that weird?, looked a lot like him), right after he arrived, when she wasn't supposed to know him at all.

And so, they both decided to keep it lowkey for as they long as they could ("Plus, letting everyone know that you're taken would break a lot of hearts around the office - trust me," and he had rolled his eyes. "Right.").

And they managed it: for almost eight months, nobody knew – or at least, nobody knew for sure.

Of course, they had come close to being exposed a few times. There was the time where Jenny walked into a café where they were sitting together, and they had stopped their make-out session just in time. The time she answered Clark's phone by mistake when Perry called him, and she had to improvise an explanation as to why she was with him at ten on a Sunday morning. The time he casually bent over to kiss her hello as he walked in the Christmas office party, forgetting about the whole secrecy thing for a second (she had laughed at his eyes growing wide with horror as he realised what he just did, whispering that it was okay, that nobody saw, squeezing his hand briefly before pulling away).

In the end though, they managed it.

That is, until the day a maniac decides to hold the Daily Planet hostage, of course.

Wrongful accusations, he keeps yelling. "Bullshit! All you wrote about me was bullshit, nothing but fucking lies, and now you've ruined my life!" Lois hitches to tell him that he had managed that all by himself when he decided to let himself get paid off, but simply rolls her eyes instead.

Given that there's about thirty members of the staff in, it wouldn't be a problem, if he had been alone. But of course, he had thought it through and brought along three of his equally stupid and corrupted friends, who, much like him, had nothing left to lose.

All in all, an ideal situation.

It doesn't really help either that she knows for sure that Superman won't show up, given that, well, she's currently standing alongside him.

Three persons to her left, to be exact, but she can still see his mind racing as his gaze is fixed on the floor, eyebrows furrowed. He has glanced at her a couple of times, silently asking her if she was alright, but it's been almost an hour now, and no one had come yet, and the idiots – the armed idiots - are getting cagey and reckless.

Now, he's thinking of taking the four maniacs down, she knows it- and that's what truly terrifies her.

And he does. Of course he does, because that's just him: putting everyone else's safety first, even if it means revealing his identity to the world, even if it means saying goodbye to the normal life he's always wanted, to the stability and peace and balance he's finally found after all these years.

He looks at her for a few seconds, and she begs him, begs him with her eyes not to do it, because he just can't. He can't do that, he has waited so long, he's so good, he deserves so, so much more –

But despite all of that, he simply smiles at her, as reassuringly as he can, and despite her silent pleads, Clark starts to step up as she knew he would.

After that, everything goes fast - so fast.

Turning his attention back on the situation, he takes a step towards the closest assaillant. The man panicks, and points his gun at his chest. Lois' heart skyrockets. Perry yells something in the background, but she can't figure out what. Her eyes never leave Clark. His fly to her again, confused, then scared. Rightfully so, probably, because of course, that causes the maniac to panick again.

He fires. Had the bullet hit him, Clark's entire life – their life - would have been turned upside down again.

It doesn't.

The first thing she's aware of when she regains consciousness is how dry her mouth is. Her head kind of hurts, too, now that she thinks of it, her legs are sort of numb. She's thirsty, and pain's shooting through her side, and God, is she having trouble opening her eyes – when did that become a hard thing to do? After two or three fails, she finally manages to, and the world is blurry for a few seconds.

She can ear the sounds of the city outside as she takes in the medium sized room she's in. It's mostly dark, only a weak lamp throwing a dim light on the sofa on the other side of the room, her small bed and Clark, asleep on her right side in what seems to be a very uncomfortable chair.

Slowly, Lois starts putting the pieces back together, and suddenly, she gets it.

Oh, hospital. Right.

It's all very fuzzy, but she remembers enough to understand the pain – the pain, and the dark circles under his eyes, his two days beard and the frown he's still wearing, even in his sleep. He looks miserable, and a pang of guilt hits her as she realizes that in the year she's known him, she's never seen him like that. Her heart aches. As fine as she feels now – well, considering – she knows that it will take a long time to soothe him down, after something like that.

She'd have to remember to kick those self-improvised hostage takers' asses.

He's close enough for her to touch, and so, wincing as she moves to reach him, she brings her hand to his pale face, thumb on his temple and fingers travelling on his cheek. "Clark?"

As she predicted, he jolts awake instantly, eyes unfocused for a second before they land on her. The second they do, he straightens right up, and she gives him a smile.

"Lois," he says in a whisper, as if not quite believing it, and before she can add anything, he's up, eyes franctic and hands everywhere, anxiously making sure she's really okay.

Making sure she's really here, safe and sound and alive, she knows. "Are you okay?," he asks, voice hoarse, and Lois nods, fingers threading in his tousled curls to make him focus on her as he swallows, mind visibly still not at ease.

"I'm fine," she says soothingly. "Hey." Holding his face in place to make him look at her, she smiles again, "I'm fine." It takes him a few seconds, but she holds his gaze, and then chuckles slightly when he burries his face in her neck, and finally breathes again. Breathes her in, she realizes.

Heart swelling with tenderness, she runs her hand from his hair to his nape, nuzzling him and whispering sweet nothings to calm him down.

"It's alright, honey. I swear, I'm okay. I mean, I could probably use a drink," she smirks against the top of his head. "But otherwise, it's all good."

He pulls away, eventually, face inches away as he strokes her cheek, and she's pretty sure she's never seen so much worry in his eyes – which, for him, is saying something. She hates herself for doing that to him.

He closes the space between them and kisses her, and, even if he's as gentle as ever, she can feel the urgency, the fear, the relief.

"Hi there," she smiles when they separate, trying to make his sad expression disappear. She's a bit relieved when he smiles back, even if it doesn't fully reach his eyes.

"Hey."

She pushes his rebellious curls away from his face, fingers traveling down and lingering on his jaw. "So, that's what it takes for you to cave and finally go with the sexy beard look again, huh?", and he chuckles a little.

"Yeah, well, I'll leave it if you like it so much, but let's not do that again."

She grins, but it quickly turns into a pained wince, and his smile falls. "I'm going to get a doctor," he says, but she grabs his hand before he can go.

"No, stay," and she can see the protest already forming on his lips. "Just a minute – I swear I'm okay." Clearly torned, Clark glances towards the door again, and, smirking, she weakly pulls on his fingers. "Come on: I've just been shot."

"Which is exactly why I should call your doctor," he comments reprimandly, but Lois beams at him when he stays anyway. "And I can't believe you're already playing that card," he shakes his head, half bemused, half chuckling, to her statisfaction. Baby steps.

Doing everything she can not to wince again – and wow, did that thing hurt – Lois tries to sit up, thankful when he comes to her rescue. Making sure she's comfortable, Clark then sits down again, dragging his chair even closer to her bed.

"So: what have you been up to, these days?," she tries to joke, playing innocent when he shakes his head at her again.

"Well, I still haven't finish my article, if you were wondering. But on the other hand, I had time to make friends with your nurses, so there's that."

"I've been out that long, huh?"

"Two days. Three in a couple of hours," he adds, taking a look at the clock before his eyes settle on her again. Exhausted, still sad. Guilt creeping in again, she reaches to run the tip of her fingers on the side of his face.

"What happened? I mean, after - " She doesn't dare to end her sentence, but he does it for her.

"After you lost consciousness, and I almost lost my mind?" There's no anger in his tone, and she can tell he's not trying to guilt her even more. It just - comes out.

Most likely because that's exactly what happened.

Shaking his head slightly, he focuses back again, and looks at her, a gentle smile he has trouble mustering on his face. "The attackers panicked when the shot was fired, so Perry and some others took the opportunity to disarm them. It all went fast...Nobody else was hurt, and we got you into the hospital quickly. In time."

She wants to ask him, of course. Ask him if the ambulance took her there, or if Superman did - if, despite everything, his identity's been revealed.

He seems to read her thoughts. "I didn't fly you here," he explains, and she releases a small sigh of relief. "I almost did, but the paramedics arrived quickly, and I saw that I didn't need to intervene or fly to get there faster. If anything, I think moving you the wrong way and flying you without support would have been worse."

By the look on his face, she knows how much it cost him not to be able to do anything, how helpless he felt. Probably still does.

On instinct, her fingers move down to interlace with his, and she squeezes before putting up a smile again.

"And I did make it. I told you I was tough, Kent. Plus, at least Perry will have to stop yelling at me for a while, now," and he snorts, amused.

"I wouldn't count on that, if I were you. He's been here a lot, and I caught him mumbling how he was going to give you some piece of his mind quite often – you're in for an earful," he warns, and she makes a face.

"Great. Well, at least I'm sure - "

"Yeah, I think my mom will make you pies, but you're not going to get away with her, either. She's pretty mad." Dropping her head on her pillow in defeat, Lois growls, and he drops a soft kiss on her skin. "She's at the apartment, by the way."

That gets her to open her eyes again.

"Really? She's come all this way?"

"Yeah. She arrived the day after," he explains. "I told her to go get a few hours of sleep."

Smiling gently down at him, her fingers leave his hand to travel on his face again, brushing his worried brow, the contour of his tired eyes, his cheeks, less warm than usual.

"When did you got any sleep?"

"I was taking a nap when you woke up," he simply shrugs, acting casual. She's not fooled.

"I mean really sleep, Clark," and he drops her gaze.

"I'm fine."

Before she can argue (and she wants to, because he looks so exhausted right now, and doesn't look like he's been eating, or recharching, or even seen the outside of this room for as long as she had), a nurse comes in.

A giant smile makes her way on the woman's face when she sees them.

"Hey, look who's up!" she laughs. Clark gets up to give her some room, and smiles when she happily shakes his shoulder. "See? I told you it wouldn't be long, handsome. So, how are you feeling?"

After that, the doctor comes to examine her. They ask him to leave the room for that, which he not so willingly does, and he goes to call everyone to tell them she's okay. By the time her doctor leaves, telling her that everything's fine and that she should be out in a couple of days, Lois is exhausted.

"This is ridiculous," she scowls, well aware she sounds like a complaining nine year-old. "I've barely been up for half an hour, and it feels like I haven't slept for days – which is all I did," she rolls her eyes.

"That's completely normal, " the nurse – Karen – reassures her. "You did take a damn bullet in your side, honey," she reminds her, eyebrows rising, and Lois growls. "Your body needs time to heal, pretty face."

Her grin is contagious, and greatful, Lois smiles. "Duly noted."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure of that," Clark promises, and they both turn to see him walk back inside.

"I know you will. And don't do that again: you scared that boy to death, you know," she turns back to Lois, gesturing towards Clark behind her. "I thought the poor man was going insane."

As Karen gathers her pad and other other hospital things Lois can't name, he's still smiling at her, but it doesn't reach his eyes, and, even if she would do it all over again, she feels guilty about making him live through something like that.

Of course, she knows how it must have felt. It's written all over his face – and, even if it wasn't, she could guess just by imagining what she would have felt had their situation been reversed.

Insane, indeed.

Karen leaves them, biding them goodnight and threatening to make her eat that disgusting hospital rice they have is she doesn't get some sleep. Clark silently takes his place back at her side.

"You're mad at me," she states more than asks.

She knows he is, because of course he would be. Because it's Clark, and Clark would never – will never – be okay with anyone risking their life for his. Least of all her, she knows.

He's mad, and Lois can see it a little in his eyes, in the way he shakes his head after a few seconds, smiling up at her as he tries to hide it.

"We can talk about that later. You need to rest."

She reaches for him, fingers grazing his cheek and jaw. "It's okay - I know you are. And I'm really sorry I scared you."

"But you don't regret it," he immediately adds. She can feel the resentment there, only outgrown by the helplessness, the pain.

Smiling gently up at him, Lois opts for the truth.

"I don't." His jaw clenches at that, every part of him hating what he's hearing, but she won't lie to him. He wouldn't like that either, anyway. "And for the hundreth time, I'm fine, sweetie, so we can - "

"You're not fine, Lois," he cuts, a million emotions on his face. "You got shot."

"And in two days, I'll be back home, good as new."

"That's not the point."

"It kind of is."

"You can't risk your life like that. Not for this." Sliding down to his shoulders, her fingers hold on to his shirt, and she smiles again, tone as soft as she can.

"I love you, but you can't tell me what I can or can't do, Clark. And if by "this" you mean your life, then I'm sorry, but it's worth it. Completely."

Shaking his head, he sighs, frustrated. Tired. Scared.

"That bullet would never have killed me – you know that." He pauses, the words almost painful. "It could have killed you."

"It would have ruin your - "

"My life doesn't mean anything if you're not in it, Lo." His tone is almost hard now, his voice leaving no place for argument. He's not doing a grand declaration, he's not proclaiming his love. He's simply stating a fact.

Firmly settled on hers, his eyes soften slightly as he continues. "I can deal with people knowing who I am. I can deal with the consequences of that, I can deal with living through all I did growing up again, but – you can't do this to me." Swallowing down, he pauses for just a second. "Please."

And Lois wants to argue. She does, because it kills her than even now, he still doesn't understand that his life is worth as much at everyone else's, that he doesn't always have to be the one doing the rescue, that he's not the only one willing to give everything for the ones he loves. She does, and yet -

She messed up. Even if she doesn't regret it, and even though she'd probably do it again, she knows that he would never be able to live with himself if she had died, knows that would have probably had destroyed him. She knows he'll never, ever consider his secret worth her life. Maybe it isn't.

She doesn't know, really.

All she knows is that for two days, he lost sleep and appetite, never left her side once (almost like his whole world had been on pause, Karen had added) and that right now, he's pleading her not to make him live through that again.

Messed up real good there, Lane.

Hand moving from his hair to his face once more, Lois smiles at him. Defeated, it would seem – another thing she only let happen with him, and nobody else's. Kryptonian privilege only.

"Alright, Smallville: you win," and she sees his shoulders start to relax at that. "As much fun as it is – and really, I'm loving it right now," she ironically rolls her eyes to make him smile, and is glad when he does, "I promise: I won't put myself in danger like that anymore."

She's not a fan of that particular promise, but it's worth it when she sees the relief in his eyes, the way the corners of his lips slowly quirk up.

"Thank you."

"Although in my defense, it was more a reflex thing than anything," she argues jokinly as he takes her hand between his, and presses his lips against it (although to be honest, it was sort of a reflex). "So technically, I shouldn't get blame, or yelled at by Perry or your Mom."

"Somehow, I doubt that will stop them." She squints her eyes to his sparkling ones.

"And somehow, I think that you're enjoying that it won't," and he has the audacity to smirk.

"Of course not. Oh, and you lost the bet, by the way." It takes her a minute to get what he's saying. And then -

"Oh, for God's – Come on, it wasn't really me per say," she whines, knowing full well she's not going to win that one. Damn it.

"Nuh-uh," he resists, firm. Pursuing his lips not to laugh, she knows. "You were the one playing hero to save me, so technically, we got made because of you."

She pouts, and he beams. "Secret's out, miss Lane."